[Intro: Leo] Yes! It's Leo Baby, Box Crew Baby I think they should already know what time it is! Year Of The Redshirt Baby! The Boy is back! They could only take me put for so long! [Verse 1: Leo] Uh-uh Yea, yea Uh-uh Uhhhh I go way too hard to give in or give up (Tell Em!) I seen my parents get married then three weeks later I saw em split up(DAMN!) Now I'm about to cop the 24K gold chain say wa**up to King Tut Cuz that's the only times Dominicans and Cubans ever link up And I almost dropped out but it's funny to me b**hes still want the Bachelor Boy I've been a Master, stay in school you can only do this when you this good of a rapper Maybe a trapper, I did that already, I'm a hustler baby, it ain't hard to tell And I got bars too, the calls never drop, it ain't hard to sell Name another n***a this nice, yet this rude That can walk the walk back it up like this dude With so many different flows I can pick and choose Then I throw this away this one is so yesterday Ha! Rap n***as make me sick To the point I throw up (huh) that's when I spit Some sh** you never heard've prolly make you quit Or find another hobby, so please do not bother me We would bounce from house to house, and my mom'll sleep from couch to couch(DAMN!)
Then I said Mami look at the struggle I'ma take you out(What else?!?) Got the tears on my face but she tellin me that crying sh** was not allowed The only green I grew up around was really brussel sprouts Try to Knock You Down Like Keri Hilson, but I'm The Fresh Prince I get on my Will Smith (UH!) And I left Philly too, but the only difference is that my dad ain't Uncle Phil b**h! n***a this that real sh**, came with the method like Redman Flow so cold you can eavesdrop on it but I'm tryne make the deaf jam Why you think I go hard for? Flow so strong I am the Rapping Arnold Came to terminate ya so please do me a fava' Hand over the bread and bu*ter 'fore we make y'all n***as suffer (UGH!) Flow too sick, skinny n***a no toothpick And I don't give two f**s, y'all rap n***as really poo-put Money Man Meetch on the beat and my n***as ride like A C E And I snap like ACLs, n***as rap about their 3rd eye, but they still can't see me (HA!) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) real sh** that's facts n***a... That's facts n***a Year Of The Redshirt tell them wack rap n***as that I'm back n***a